Page 23 of All Ghosts Aren’t Dead (The Forgotten #1)

A low sound buzzed in my throat. His tongue delved deeper, his mouth working a rhythm that was somehow relentless and tender at the same time.

My hips surged, chasing his mouth. Pleasure coiled low in my belly, my toes curling.

The world slipped sideways, and I swear I turned to syrup—sweet, and useless, and stupid with need.

“I’ll die if you stop. I swear, Daddy. I’ll drop dead. ”

His laughter ghosted over my skin as he moved to press a kiss to the base of my cock, and then another to the tip.

“Look at you leaking for me,” he whispered. “You’re doing so good for Daddy.”

“I’m good? You promise?”

“I promise, needy baby. You’re so fucking good. The best boy in the world.”

Daddy leaned over me, one arm braced beside my head, the other reaching past to the nightstand. His chest brushed mine as he moved, and I just let myself be caged there beneath him, wrapped in the heat of his skin and the steady sound of his breath.

His hand closed around a bottle of clear liquid, his curls falling down to tickle my cheek.

One hand stayed on my thigh as he sat back on his heels. The cap gave a soft click as he popped it open. His gaze didn’t leave me. Not once.

“Keep looking at me, Blue baby. I want to watch your face when I wreck you.”

Daddy tipped the bottle, letting the lube drip slowly onto his fingers. He rubbed them together, leaning in to press a kiss to my temple. I shivered when he laid two wet fingers against my hole, rubbing.

“You say stop, and I stop,” he murmured. “Doesn’t matter when. Doesn’t matter why. You’ve got me, Blue baby. All of me, but only if you want it.”

His voice dropped lower, brushing the shell of my ear. “You always get to choose. Even when you’re shaking. Even when you want to be good for me.”

“Please.” I moved before I could think, hips tilting upward as I rocked against his fingers. “Please, Daddy. Please, please, please.”

“My baby is so pretty when he begs,” he murmured, pressing a finger into me. “That’s it, needy baby. Fuck. You’re so tight.”

A broken cry slipped free before I could swallow it.

My chest collapsed all at once, like it forgot how to hold air. Then everything came rushing out in a single, broken gasp. It spilled from my lips in a high, keening whine, sharp enough to make Daddy growl low in his throat.

“That’s my good boy,” he praised, his finger beginning to move, pumping in and out of me at a pace that made me want to cry. “You’re doing amazing.”

Each stroke stretched me a little more, each withdrawal leaving me aching for more. My body relaxed the more he moved, shoving deeper and swirling his finger in a little circle.

I’m going to die.

I don’t care.

“You like my finger inside you, Blue baby?” he breathed, tugging gently at my balls. “You look so fucking pretty spread out across my bed, cock weeping and hole stretched.”

The sound that crawled out of my throat was not human.

“Daddy,” I choked.

“Hmm?” he hummed, like I wasn’t melting right there in front of him.

“Pl—please give me more. I’m a good boy.” I rocked my hips again, groaning. “You said I was. You promised.”

“Shhh. Relax, sweetheart. I’m going to give you what you need.

” He pushed another finger into me, stretching me wider.

I whimpered, squirming against him. My hole fluttered around his fingers, my muscles clenching reflexively.

Daddy pressed his lips to my throat. “Breathe, Blue baby,” he murmured. “Just breathe for me.”

I tried, inhaling deeply through my nose, exhaling slowly through my mouth. His fingers scissored inside me, stretching me in a way that felt otherworldly. Like I’d died and was blasted to a universe where the only two survivors were me and Daddy.

“You’re doing so good,” he praised, his voice a low purr. “So fucking good. You remember what to say if you need Daddy to stop?”

“Don’t stop.” Anxiety hit me, and I surged up, gripping his wrist with both hands. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

“Hey. Look at me.” He dropped his forehead to mine, letting me feel the full weight of his breath.

“I’m not going anywhere, Blue baby. You hear me?

You ask me to stop, I stop. But if you beg me not to?

” His teeth grazed my jaw, the heat of him swallowing every inch of space between us.

“Then I’ll stay right here and ruin you like you need. ”

A whine tore out of me—high and helpless.

“Daddy’s not going anywhere. Not when you’re like this. Not ever.” He kissed the corner of my mouth. “You want me to stay? You want more?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Hmm.” A third finger massaged my rim before slipping inside beside the other two. Daddy shoved them deep, mumbling something in my ear.

Praise, probably, but I couldn’t hear.

I couldn’t hear anything except my own whines.

Somebody probably thought I was getting murdered.

“Is this enough for you, Blue baby?”

“I want you inside of me. I want you to fuck me.”

His fingers stilled. “You’re sure?”

“I’m so sure, Daddy. I want to get fucked. I want you to come inside me. I want it to drip out of my hole and run down my thighs.”

Daddy froze .

His hand clenched around my hip, knuckles going white. His whole body stilled, like a predator scenting blood.

“Where the fuck did you learn that?” he growled, low and dangerous.

My lips curled. I wasn’t scared. I liked this version of him—the one who wanted to break the world for me. “No one taught me. I watched it by myself on the tablet you bought me. It made me hard, Daddy,” I whispered, hips tilting just enough to grind against him. “But not as hard as you do .”

He made a guttural sound.

“Jesus Christ , Blue,” he snarled. “You’re trying to fucking kill me.”

Then his mouth was on mine, wild and claiming, like he had to devour the memory of anyone else I might’ve ever imagined. His hand slid to my throat, not cruel, just firm , like he needed to feel that I was his.

“I’m the only one who gets you like this,” he muttered against my lips. “You understand me?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You want to get fucked, Blue baby?” His fingers slipped out of my hole. He sat back on his heels, eyes locked on mine like he wanted to watch every twitch of my breath. The lube bottle clicked open with a soft snap, and then— drip.

A slow, glossy line of slick spilled over his fingers and down the thick length of his cock.

“That’s all for you, Blue baby,” he breathed. “You see what you do to me?”

Another drizzle, this one catching on his knuckles before he wrapped his fist around himself. His jaw clenched as he stroked down once, spreading the lube with a practiced twist of his wrist.

The muscles in his stomach tightened. He growled under his breath.

“Soft and warm,” he rasped. “I’m gonna slide in so easy, sweetheart.” He gripped my hip with one hand, the other guiding his cock to my hole. “You ready for me?”

I nodded, throat too tight to speak.

“Good boy,” he whispered, and then pushed inside me.

The stretch was slow, relentless. My mouth dropped open in a silent scream, and I gripped the muscles of his shoulders, digging my nails into the skin.

Daddy’s grip on my hips tightened, his breath hot against my throat. “Breathe, baby.”

I gasped.

“My needy little baby,” he groaned, his voice raw with need. “You’re perfect. So fucking tight. Made for my cock.”

I couldn’t respond. Instead, I was lost in the sensation of him buried deep inside me. He was thick, stretching me to my limits, and I felt every inch of him, from the pulse of his cock to the way his balls brushed against my skin.

Wordless, wrecked sounds ripped from my throat. I tasted colors. I saw sounds. I dug my nails into his muscles so fiercely, I felt the warm trickle of blood.

“D—Daddy.” My breath caught. “I—I scratched you. I hurt you.”

“Don’t you dare apologize.” His eyes were wild, pupils nearly exploding. “Goddamn it. Scratch me again. Mark me. Destroy me, Blue. I need it— need you carved into me so deep I taste you in my fucking bones.”

My head rolled as he set a steady rhythm, fucking into me, each thrust deeper than the last. The sound of skin on skin, the wet slap of his cock sliding in and out of my body filled the room.

“You’re not going to break me,” he snarled against my mouth. “You’re going to own me.”

I whimpered as his teeth scraped my jaw.

“Do it again,” he whispered, nearly shaking. “Scratch me. Carve your name in my fucking skin.”

I dragged my nails down the slope of his shoulders—slow at first, then deeper, letting them catch on skin, letting them leave something behind. Something mine . His muscles jumped beneath my touch, his breath stuttering into a groan so wrecked it didn’t sound human.

He shook with it.

“Fuck,” he gasped, voice breaking apart. “Yes. Yes, baby, just like that. ”

The lines I left behind welled red beneath my fingertips—angry and sacred. Proof . He was still on top of me, caging me in, but for a moment, it felt like I had all the power.

“You want to own me, Blue baby?” He buried his face in my neck with a growl, hips grinding down hard. “Then don’t stop. ”

I blinked up at him as he hovered over me with bottomless eyes and swollen lips, the veins in his neck pulsing with each thrust. His arms quivered on either side of my head, sweat and thin lines of blood dripping down his muscles.

“I love you,” he swore, and then he dropped his forehead beside my head, fucking into me so hard, the bed hit the wall.

My vision blurred. My spine arched without permission, hips chasing more, even as my body quaked.

Forcing his hand between us, his fist closed around my aching cock.

He stroked once, and white light exploded behind my eyes.

A low keening sound tore from my throat, my body clenching around him so tight, I wondered if we would be stuck together forever.

I hope so.

“That’s it, Blue baby. Come for Daddy. Good boy.”

The urgency in the air thickened. Daddy’s whole body went taut, and then I felt it. His cum filling me up. Marking my insides. Claiming me.

I wanted to keep it there forever and ever.

He collapsed on top of me, pressing kisses all along my neck and the tops of my shoulders. When I could form words again, I tapped at his cheek until his head turned and our eyes locked. His cheeks were flushed, glasses crooked, and his curls were matted down to his temples with sweat.

Beautiful.

“You okay, baby?”

I nodded. My fingers traced his jaw, then settled at the nape of his neck, where the hair was damp and wild. “I know who I am when I belong to you.”

His breath hitched, and he buried his face back in my throat like he needed the silence more than words.

I curled my arms around his back and held him there like I was strong enough to keep him from ever moving. His back rose and fell with each breath, muscles loose beneath the surface. I flattened my palm across his skin, and that’s when I felt it. A welt.

The letter B , carved in pink just below his shoulder blade, where my nails had dug the deepest.

I reached out and traced it with my pointer finger. “Mine,” I whispered.